Yeosang felt a hand in his hair, carresing the soft strands soothingly that made him more sleepy but he tried to stay awake. The faint smell of smoke and vodka filled the room and Yeosang knew Wooyoung got drunk pretty bad.

"Sleep," Wooyoung grumbled, short breathes left his lips but Yeosang knew not to say anything. So he held Wooyoung's free hand and laced his fingers with the youngers, kissing the back of it.

"İt's ok," Yeosang muttered against his skin. Wooyoung pulled his legs closer to his chest and buried his face in his knees, Yeosang held his hand to his chest.

"How much did you smoke?" Yeosang asked quietly, eyes still closed and curled up in a ball under the covers beside Wooyoung. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of streetlights filtering through the curtains, casting faint shadows across the walls.

"A bit too much," Wooyoung mumbled, his voice muffled by his knees. Yeosang could hear the regret in it, the way it wavered slightly, hinting at the lingering effects of the alcohol and whatever he had been smoking. Yeosang squeezed his hand gently, trying to anchor him back to reality.

"You should've let me know you were going out," Yeosang sighed, concern lacing his tone. His mind wandered to the worry he always felt when Wooyoung indulged a little too much. "You know I’d rather you be safe here with me."

Wooyoung sighed deeply, the sound resonating through the quiet room. "I wanted to… I just needed to escape for a little while," he confessed. "But it got out of hand."

"Next time, let's escape together. You don’t have to face everything alone," Yeosang replied softly, wishing he could erase the weight of the world from Wooyoung's shoulders. He brushed his thumb over the back of Wooyoung's hand, feeling the warmth of their connection.

For a moment, the room fell into silence, save for the quiet hum of the city outside. Yeosang felt Wooyoung relax slightly, the tension in his body easing as he leaned into Yeosang's comforting presence.

"Y'know," Wooyoung started, his voice playful despite the heaviness that hung over them. "I think you might be a bad influence on me. Always trying to make me feel better instead of letting me wallow."

"Is that a compliment or an accusation?" Yeosang teased gently, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"Both, I think," Wooyoung chuckled softly, a hint of lightness returning to his gaze as he finally lifted his head. He looked at Yeosang, eyes slightly reddened but shining nonetheless. "You always know how to make me see reason."

Yeosang's heart swelled at the sight. "That's my job, isn’t it? Keeping you grounded?"

Wooyoung sighed again, this time in contentment. "Yeah, it is. And I’m grateful for it."

They stayed like that, hands intertwined, the weight of the world momentarily forgotten. The warmth of their exchange enveloped them, creating a small haven amidst the chaos outside. As Wooyoung lay back down, still somewhat curled in on himself, Yeosang shifted closer, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him into a protective embrace.

"Just sleep, okay?" Yeosang whispered. "I’ll be right here."

Wooyoung nodded, his eyelids fluttering as he finally succumbed to the exhaustion that had been threatening to pull him under. Within moments, his breathing evened out, the tension leaving his frame completely.

Yeosang held him close, a steady reminder that they could always face whatever the world threw at them, together.